Wizard
The Night is here
Silent steps towards my own fate
Hesitation is for the weak of souls
Trembling I grasp my sword
Pulsating blood in my veins
This is the day of days
Can I really succeed
where so many men have failed
But my hate has now ceased
all that my life would have been
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